LGBT History

The last time I met Stik was in the bookshop. He remembered my story about refusing to sell a nineteenth century flower book to a woman I believed would cut it up to make collages.

We met again tonight at the Hackney Museum to mark the beginning of LGBT History Month.

It was lovely. Met some cool, energetic and exciting young people.

(I was especially delighted by the one wearing real fur. In Hackney.)

They want something from me for the museum.  A wimple perhaps. Or a charge sheet. Or some heels. I don't know.

Anyway, I'm still not reconciled to the perception of me and mine as History, but I'm happy tonight to bask.

After all, tomorrow we all have to get up and make some more.